NIGGAS LETS HAVE FUN & START RHYMING

So this is me thinking the threads out hear are quite boring today so lets check out musical talent and have fun you can post your lines, poetry and anything just for us to have fun

“I guess i had to kAnye his mom
Fucking her was pretty dumb
The old bitch likes dick yet she is all numb
My sister Jay-sucked his pops
From all the dick pulling she got mumps
At school they had to teach us creative writing
Yet no one bothered to offer us creative fucking
Right now i don’t give 3 fucks if this is rhyming
i GUESS im kinda havin fun so don’t be boring
Niggaz yol are screaming my name
It aint easy being me im sucking pussy damn
Niggas im fuckin south east werstern side
My juices can’t help falling like a tide
yol might think this is high scholl pervetion
Hell no this is dicks and pussy at perfection”

Came from the bottom and now making my way to the top
Used to be messing wit hteh rocks now I’m investing in the stocks
Dropped out of the school of hardknocks, wanted the brain-washing to stop
Waiting for my album to drop, the outcome is still coal(cold) up in my socks

I was poor(pour) like the plays that dropped water when they cued rain
Now I’m getting true dames, resembeling Bruce Wayne
Remembering the days when no one said that they knew James
Now I’m killing these tracks and people still ask “Is Usain” (You sane?)

I crystallized the border line
So we could see each other through the morning shine
you’re on the other side
I hope you’re doing fine
I know you’re doing you and if I’m true then I’ll be doing mine
what you dreaming for
your open heart is sore
the girl who loved everything up until she lost the world
she sees with diamond eyes
I watch the stars she cries
they plot the course we’re headed for out on a sea of lies
this boat’s my effigy
the raft that rescued me
floating off the coast in futile hopes that you’ll remember me
I’m just a memory
so breathe my energy
cross the divide and take my hand so you can sing with me

I wanna see your shine
I wanna read your mind and feed your soul until we reach our end of time
You are my truth divine
You hold the truth to find
Reveal to me the feelings that you keep because they get me high
Conceals her deepest scars
She feels the need to hide appeal and keep the world at large
Its hard to fix a heart
Once it falls apart
But she can lean on me and dance with me til dawn under the open stars
I want to scale her glow
The peak I reach will hopefully show me which way to go
The ground beneath her toes
Adopts the ebb and flow
Her mystic vibe brings me alive and I only wish that she could know

Dangerous; Stepping up to the batters box
Double out, Triple ball. This is what it all about
We got the grip to slam home the homies
We got the drive to steal hearts from the hitters
Designated or not we about to press reality
Full bases overloading, pitcher afraid of this brutality
One toss of the old stitch and filling left
One swing to batter it off to the best
The rest sit on the edges; forknose looking for the buckets
Ain’t that a bitch, The batter swung and he missed!
End game, hats evolve into birds
Popcorn becomes rain and cries are overheard

I’m the type to leave emcees intimated
My tongue paints pictures call it illustrated
My mind so numb, even my hindsight is faded
Rappers fall in front of me like domino, I dominate it
I demonstrate it, you have been nominated
To be crowned as the greatest emcee who never made it

My mind is racin' on an obstacle course
My voice knocks tracks out of alignment, I’m just the volatile sort
I leave rappers wishin' they were back home watchin' some sports
I check mics, and make their label coaches plot a new course
To the top spot, I’m hot not that gazpacho
See I’m big in this game, Sean with pause-stop flow
And make tracks that they gotta bring back and rewind
To understand the significance of em half of the time
S'why I walk around like I got a S on my chest
With a pack of Snack’s Pig Mints that’ll freshen my breath
You in The Bay but never entered the depths, I’m not impressed
By the women that surround you or your gentleman friends
Your studio time’d be better spent embroiderin'
HP like the boy that lived, this witch over here deployed the kid
The game is mine now and you can bet that I’m enjoyin' it
Playin' the real villain, you a McDonalds toy of him
Swag

(For the record, “Snack’s pig mints” refers to this DJ Snack song. My crew rolls so deep that we reference each other. Whatchuknowboutthat)